God speaking: Those who speak words of peace all through their life will at their death receive what I have promised– an eternity of peace, of supreme, unending, tranquility and rest, an incomprehensible good, the value of which no one can measure. I alone can value and comprehend what joy awaits you. The good that…
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Poetry
Gone Before by Dobby Gibson
Gone Before Sadness, though your beard may be fake, your anonymity is quite real, whispered the dying man to his nurse, raising his arms for his last sponge bath. Early renderings had no vanishing point. Painters dream in oil. Dreams, like canaries, are sent down into our mineshafts to discover how long we might survive;…
I Am In the Air Right Now
I Am In the Air Right Now from Greg Lytle on Vimeo. An animated poem by Kathryn Regina
Thrown as if Fierce & Wild by Dean Young
You don’t have a clue, says the power drill to the canoe hanging from the rafters. Is life a contest everything plays by different rules for different prizes? You’re really worthless, aren’t you? barks the cherry tree covered with eponymous fruit to the wagon lying on its side. Unfair! Wasn’t that wagon not two days…
Sap That Feeds The Tree of Heaven
If you have seen the film Avtar, you should remember a scene about halfway through the movie where the hero Jake Sully makes his first “clean kill” on his way to becoming a Na’Vi hunter. After killing the beast, Sully whispers a blessing to the dead animal which immediately reminded me of this this beautiful…
2009 and feelin’ fine
I’ve only been blogging since August of 2009 (what’s that, like five months?), but I felt left out because all of the blogs I read are posting their 2009 top ten lists. So, like my friend Dan, I thought I would post my top five favorite posts of 2009. Enjoy! #5) What is a Friend:…
The Good God and The Evil God
The Good God and the Evil God met on the mountain top. The Good God said, “Good day to you, brother.” The Evil God made no answer. And the Good God said, “You are in a bad humour today.” “Yes,” said the Evil God, “for of late I have been often mistaken for you, called…
Kierkegaard: I can abstract from everything but not from myself
1836 I have just returned from a party of which I was the life and soul; wit poured from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me–but I went away–and the dash should be as long as the earth’s orbit————————–and wanted to shoot myself. Damn and hell, I can abstract from everything but not from myself,…
Fortune by Dobby Gibson
It can never be that way again.Every neighbor is, to some degree, a spy. When you arrive, they will have been expecting you. And still a cold wind washes silver through he gate. Smut glows from behind the gas station registers. Most things float when they die. They need you in wardrobe, fair enough, but…
The Incompetence of Memory
Why do you keep telling me this?Stop. I know this already, you do not need to continue. I’m going to stop listening know, thanks. Wait, maybe we should talk. I’m going to ask you some stupid questions because I need to remember. I’m consumed with one thing and before you know it I’m off to…